#1+4

[loki--laufeyson]

Loki 1x4 vibe:

What the FUCK?!

[yikes-xander]

Reggie's n Julie's lil fistbump when they're talking about the country album 💖💗💝

[yourfavlistenstovocaloid]

1x1x1x1 from Super Paper Roblox listens to Vocaloid!

[paper-protagism-squared]

[Seems someone else has snuck in and is hanging around.]

[Whoever snuck in, they’re not noticed by those outside... But by a certain void god.]

My, my, now who do we have here..?

[1x is currently only visible as a shadow on the wall.]

[attina-the-responsible]

Major Scale News ~*~ [Attista]

@arista-the-musical​

Two down, five to go. (And then Melody, her aunt and uncle, all her friends, oh, and Daddy, of course. Though, he was listed last because Attina was the most worried about telling him. Once she got through her family, the rest would be easy. Her friends would be easy. The only thing that would be hard would be the fact that this baby was clearly an accident to anyone who knew Attina. But, well, happy accidents were a thing and that was what Attina was determined to make this baby into: a happy, happy accident.)

This is what Attina was thinking about as she left Adella’s bedroom, directly after their lengthy talk. She almost didn’t hear the soft piano music drifting from the music room as she came down the stairs, so lost in her head. But, it was easy, once she focused, to hear it--and then, follow the sound.

Arista, really, was the sister she was least nervous to tell. Andrina would be up there too, because Attina knew at least Andrina would fake happiness for her and fake it well. (And had been, unless she really was happy-happy. It was a truly a toss up. Attina didn’t dwell on it.)  Adella she was worried about because of the complications. Aquata because of her general attitude towards most things which was somewhere between disinterest or disdain on any given day. Alana because of everything she had just gone through, mostly. Ariel because she was so young and part of Attina felt like it was--some kind of betrayal.

Arista, though, well--Arista was sweet as honey. Always had been. She didn’t know how to not be happy for others. Didn’t know what it meant to be selfish or jealous or mean. 

The day was overcast, but not so much that sun didn’t stream in through the glass of the music room. Attina drifted in and sat down on the settee in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and waited for Arista to stop playing.

“Good afternoon,” she greeted her sister. “Don’t stop on my behalf. It sounded quite good. Giving the old sax a rest?” She glanced fondly at its case sitting primly on one of the sofa cushions. 

[lukaidanmicinyourmattress]

Is this what I had expected?

[yikes-xander]

new theme makes my heart go 💖💕💗💞💝

anyway time to go back to liveblogging